Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Lies Above Lies

"It’s such an honour to have you here, Alpha Sokolov." A man in his forties squeezed past the crowd and came to a stop in front of him. "I am Atlas. The CEO of a real estate company. If you ever need to buy a home in the human settlement, you can tell me."

Killian hardly acknowledged the man when two women walked past the crowd.

"Serina, chief of the hospital. We have excellent facilities. Should you ever need any kind of medical help, we are willing to do anything beyond our own abilities..."

"I am Bella—the head of the police department of this city. If you need my help, just let me know. Our enforcers can trace anything or anyone as long as we have their scent."

Killian peeled his upper lip back. "What if there is no scent to trace?"

The woman’s face turned awkward. "That... then it will be a bit difficult."

"Then why would I need your help?" Killian arched a brow. "If there was a scent, then I would have traced the person down on my own. Not like I wouldn’t be able to trace them. Since there is nothing that can be hidden from me."

Bella’s face turned pale. "I —I see, Alpha Sokolov."

She exchanged a look with the woman who came along with her, and then the two of them scampered together.

Finn stepped close to him; he had been looking around the ballroom in his own way, by charming the ladies with his gentlemanly charm. His expression was calm and collected, but the flickering of his eyes proved that he was taking in everything that was happening around them. "There is a patio right behind this ballroom. Would you like to check it out? Countless roses are blooming in the garden facing the patio. I believe you would like it."

Killian didn’t mind following his suggestion. At this moment, he was grateful for the smallest reprieve while others stared at him as if he were a two-headed monkey. A rare breed that they were taking delight in while watching. The patio stretched along the back of the ballroom, overlooking a beautiful, well-maintained rose garden. Subtle fairy lights and hanging lamps that would have suited the garden if it were in the eighties. But overall, it still suited the garden, creating an elegant ambience.

The air was cold and icy, with winter incoming. But Killian would rather freeze himself into a popsicle rather than go back and deal with the stifling hot formality of these shifters.

"I am surprised that you haven’t cracked yet," muttered Finn. He stood beside him, and yet his voice was so low that even Killian had a hard time hearing what the man was saying. "Though I suspect that you are about to snap."

And yet, like a colour-blind, lovesick fool, you are still letting them walk all over you, huffed his beast.

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